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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "As John gets off the elevator he exhales softly, looking back to his massive insect rear. He knew what he promised to his mate. But at the same time he still had a very hard time properly getting used to it. They were stuck like this possibly forever and he knew he’d have to get used to it at one point or another. But who knows how long that would take. He just really didn’t have it in him to just forget about how he used to be. Though as he took around the office he was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one. Others seemed to be stumbling and falling all over the place. Tripping themselves up and falling all over the place. Many of them tried to sit in their cubicles only for their massive rears to simply jut out twitching and pulsing softly as they seemed rather sore. John does his best to just look away. Not wanting to stare too long. He could only imagine how other people were feeling. So he does his best to put it behind him. Exhaling softly he puts up a smile and face before starting to make his way deeper into the office. Offering a wave to some of the others, they offer their wave back. John could easily see their discomfort and weariness in their eyes. Still unsure of their changing and transforming bodies. But he doesn’t push on it at all. Crossing his arms he figures it’d be best to just and push through the same motions as usual.\n\n\nEventually making his way to the desk he takes a seat and exhales softly, slouching a good bit as he bows his head down, tapping it against the desk as he grumbles quietly to himself. “God.. What the hell are we even going to be doing today? Are we really expected just to get to work like this?” He asks this to himself as he hears the sound of someone clearing their voice behind them.\n\n\n“Yeah.. Kinda seems like it to be honest.” His coworker retorts with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Whole world transforms into weird bug people and the higher ups can’t give us a day off. Pretty shitty yeah?” He questions, leaning up against the wall. His massive lower half threatens to send it crashing down as John looks back to him with a frown. “So how did your changes go? I woke up in the middle of the night. Scared the shit out of me. You know?” He questions with a sigh. “Never thought I’d see my body growing out of itself like that.” He looks down towards the ground with a small shake of his head. \n\n\n“You’re taking things pretty well despite it though?” John asks looking back to him, though he could see by the look on his face he really wasn’t handling it that well. “Hmm..” He grumbles something out under his breath and eventually gives a nod, looking back up at his coworker. “Uh no, luckily me and my mate woke up already transformed.. So we didn’t really have to deal with.. That, sorry to hear about that though.” He explains looking back up to him, though he quickly takes note of the confused look on his face, tilting his head off to the side. \n\n\n“Mate? You can just call her your girlfriend or wife or whatever?” His coworker remarks teasingly, pushing himself off the wall as he starts to walk off. “I don’t mind all too much either way, just kinda weird I guess. But you do you dude. Don’t let me stop you.” He mutters the end of it quietly under his breath. John looks down to the ground, frowning a bit as he furrows his brow. Not quite understanding why he was saying mate. Something about it just felt oddly right. He supposed it might be a byproduct of the changes but he really tries to push it off of his mind. He had so much else to worry about. This word thing was nothing, at least compared to everything else. Sighing he finally looks at his computer. Spending the next few moments squirming around, getting used to his body in his tight cubicle. Eventually getting comfy as he looks down towards the computer.\n\n\nFinally turning it on he leans back a bit in his seat, letting it start up as he glances over his shoulder ever so slightly, hearing the sound of talking. He half listens to the conversation, hearing the two workers talk on behind him. Discussing some stuff they had heard in the news. A few things that weren’t mentioned in the earlier broadcast. But he didn’t really catch what those were as they lean in a bit closer to whisper to one another. Keeping their voice low, as to not alert any others, though he manages to get the look on their face taking note of a look of surprise that soon fades into one of worry and subdued horror. John shivers at the thought but once again does his best so no one would notice. It seemed all of them were trying to hide their true feelings of what was going on. The horror, worry, everything. Everyone was just trying to act like they were totally normal. Unphased by the massive changes that had overtaken the planet. Maybe a fear out of ruining their job, or work load.\n\n\nJohn still felt the same. Even as he felt a strange and slight pinch in his lower abdomen. Looking back again he could see his hole starting to twitch and pulse needingly. Biting his lip at the familiar feeling he shakily got back to his feet, or rather his insectoid legs. Wobbling back and forth on them as he turns and starts to look around for a bathroom. Biting his lip softly he moves as fast as he can. Simply hoping that he’d be able to reach the bathroom in time. But he had already laid earlier. How could this already be happening again?\n\n\nSlamming open the door he pushes his way into the bathroom stall. Grunting and blushing heavily, biting his lip as he waddles on inside. He’s barely even forced his way into the stall as his tailhole twitches and yawns open. His legs lock up, turning to Jelly as he’s sent tumbling forwards. Slamming his back against the wall, knocking the wind out of him as he groans heavily, leaning his head down he starts to push out a few large clutches of eggs. Groaning softly, as he can feel each egg stretch his hole nice and wide before feeling it snap back to it’s tight self. His breathing grew heavy and labored, biting his lip as his face flushed in embarrassment. “F-fuck.. W-what the hell? So many eggs.. T-this is way much more than last time..” He mutters quietly to himself, leaning his head forwards as pleasure courses through his body. Feeling small jolts pulsing through his body. The clutch of eggs growing at his feet leaking slime all over the ground. Finally with one last push he’s able to finally stop the seemingly endless flow of eggs. Allowing him to slouch down. Panting heavily as he reaches a hand up to wipe his brow. Though his relief is short spent as the door to the bathroom opens.One of the higher ups rushes into the bathroom as well walking right over him and slamming the stall door behind him. \n\n\n“H-hrrff sorry kid, having a few.. Grrf.. Issues here..” He mutters softly, from the other side. “See you.. Weren’t as lucky.. Hff.. Hfff.. As me.” The man adds with a small laugh at the end, making John blush furiously, looking away a bit from the stall door as he slowly starts to pick himself up. “J-just leave those things there.. Someone else will get to those soon.” He adds as John looks back towards the door.\n\n\n“So.. What are we doing with all of these anyways sir?” He questions, frowning as the thought crosses his mind. He didn’t even know what would come out of these things, but he does his best to calm his mind. Shaking his head and trying to keep his mind off it. Still waiting for a reply as he can hear the other man on the inside. Pushing out egg after egg, only punctuated by grunts and groans. He could barely get anything else aside from that. Eventually the noises come to the stop, leaving him panting and groaning as well. It takes a few more moments as John starts to leave.\n\n\n“A-ahem.. Wait.” The higher up states, shaking his head, pushing open the door and stepping out. His clothes, and hair were a total mess. Quickly put together, and overall pretty rushed. “Apologies for well.. All of this.” He remarks, gesturing down to his body. “Woke up to this and well.. Spent a good while trying to understand it. By the time I got myself together I had to just throw something together and leave.. Anyways, you asked what we’re going to do with all these eggs?” He questions John looking back with a small, sheepish nod. The man sighs and shakes his head. “To be honest, we’re just.. Collecting them right now. It’s too early to really give one final answer on what we should do. Obviously we don’t know what’s in these things, or what they’re for with our new body. So right now nothing.” He replies with a shrug. John nods along softly thinking about that himself a bit more. It certainly was a strange revelation. For now though he chooses not to think about it too much. Pushing the door open he starts to make his way back towards his desk. Eating himself down as he looks back up towards the computer screen.\n\n\nUnsurprisingly he could see very little emails or paper work requests coming in. “Hmm.. Today is going to be a slow one huh?” He asks himself, shaking his head with a small smile. “Well, at least it should be a pretty calm day.” He muttered quietly to himself, yawning once more, the adrenaline was quickly dying down, and with the straining act of laying two massive clutches of eggs in one day he was quickly starting to feel exhausted. He felt he was barely staying up at all. Crossing his arms and tilting his head back he stares up at the ceiling. Things finally started to settle down. He found himself really able to think about everything that had been happening today. All the changes, all the strangeness, everything. Everyone seemed pretty terrified of what was happening, he noticed a few coworkers seemed to be enjoying themselves at least somewhat. It appeared they were pretty much toying with their forms. Exploring their bodies, just about everything. He swore he could see some of them even starting to get a bit more.. Frisky with their new bodies. Exploring their forms as they reach further down under their desks. \n\n\nJohn quickly looks away at that sight, turning his gaze back towards the ceiling. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe these changes were affecting people in different ways. It was worried, who knows how far this would go, or if these changes were the end.What if they turned into full on bugs, or what if something else happened, like this was all some huge experiments for some aliens. Which he knew was silly, or at least he thought so… Honestly the more he thought about it the more he wondered just what could be real. Shaking his head he does his best to get his mind off it. Thinking on something like this would only ruin his work further. As if to draw his attention off it he hears a ping from his computer. Looking down towards the screen he noticed his workload was finally starting to come in. Knowing that it likely meant all of the bosses managed to get their laying done.\n\n\nAs he’s sitting there working he can feel a slight rumbling in his lower gut. It was hard to focus as he squirms and shifts in his seat, feeling oddly bloated, filled and heavy as he reaches down to rub at his belly. He manages to get a good bit of work done. But when it got too bad he eventually picks himself up, and starts to make his way towards the breakroom. He wasn’t sure why but he felt that maybe getting something to eat could help, if only a little bit. Rubbing at his stomach John hurries down the hall. Turning on his heels and into the room. Popping open the fridge he digs through a few things. Finding a small bag to the back which he grabs and starts to make his way back towards his desk. Figuring he could probably get a bite to eat while eating. So taking his seat back as his seat he looks back, wiggling his rump, the uncomfortable feeling uncomfortable still as he eventually manages to seat himself down, a small smile on his face as he gives a nod. Looking back towards his screen he sets the bag on the table, cracking his knuckles he quickly starts to get back to work.\n\n\nAs he’s typing up the next of many emails he reaches over, grabbing the sandwich that was buried in the bag. Licking his lips he takes a nice big bite out of it. It wasn’t anything too bad, just kind of a basic sandwich, nothing all too special. But it was food, decent food at that. He didn’t think too much about it, and just kept eating, but there was a strange rumbling in his gut as he swallowed it down. One he thought would go away after he got some food in him. But it didn’t seem to go away. Maybe he just needed to eat some more. Shrugging it off either way he knew he still had a lot of work to do. So he kept eating, feeling the food piling up in his gut, forcing a small groan from him as he shifted once more in his seat, eventually getting comfortable enough for him to be able to lean off to the side. Trying to relieve some of the pressure as he closes one eye and grunts. Clenching a bit to try and keep it quiet as he lets rip a small. But slightly loud PPLLRBBT. \n\n\nJohn curses under his breath and clenches once more. Quickly taking a look around to try and see if anyone might have heard it. Though no one seems to react at least at first. After a few moments he could hear a few murmurs around the office. Mentioning something about a weird smell. John blushes and shrinks down a bit, wondering if it could actually smell that bad. As the smell hits him however he coughs and raises a hand to his mouth covering it as he did his best to try and fight through it. But he couldn’t ignore just how strong it was. The stench was almost unbearable. He could barely stand it, though it did ruin his appetite as he reached over and put the sandwich back into the bag and slowly slid it off to the side. Shaking his head as the rumbling in his gut grows even stronger. Quickly realizing now that the growing rumbling was a fast and powerful build up of gas. With every little movement he takes he can feel it only growing stronger. He was quickly realizing he couldn’t really move without letting out more of it.\n\n\nQuickly finding himself stuck, John looks down to his phone. Leaning forwards and letting out a small ffrrpptt He picks it up and goes to his messages to check up on Claire. “Hey how’s work going on your end?” He asks, shifting in his seat again to release a bit more gas. But no matter how much he tried to put out it never seemed to grow smaller. “F-fucking hell.” He mutters quietly to himself while waiting for a reply.\n\n\nEventually after a few moments his phone vibrates again, looking down towards the reply. “Hey there, uh things are going.. I ended up having to lay a good bit of eggs.. Didn’t realize what was happening until it was in the middle of the office.” She replies with shame radiating heavily through the text as John can’t help but smile a bit, rubbing the back of his head with a small chuckle. It made him feel a bit better to know he wasn’t alone. Even if he had already seen a few others lying already. Though that did make him think about the other issue he was having.\n\n\n“Yeah I know that feeling. That being said.. Do you have any other issues? I’ve been having a bit of problems myself..” He replies feeling a sharp pain shoot through his gut once more. Forcing out another heavy FRRRRRPPPPPTTT This one much, much louder. Though as he waits for everyone else in the office to turn to face him, instead the air is filled with another foul sound BBLLLRRRPPPPTTT Not from him though, from another someone. Looking over he sees a fellow coworker, leaning over their table as he ripped another burst of gas. But before he could think much on it or even say anything his phone went off once more.\n\n\n“Eugh yeah I think I know what it is.. The entire room stinks down here.. Not just from me luckily but still.” It seemed the gas thinking was a wide issue as well. Made him wonder why it wasn’t too bad on his end yet. But at the same time he felt like he shouldn’t try to think about it too much. Huffing and breathing through his mouth he turns his attention back towards his computer. If he could just focus for a bit longer. He’d be able to get through the day with no more issues. However as he’s thinking that another loud blast of gas echoes throughout the room, practically making him jump. It even takes a few moments to realize it wasn’t coming from him, but another worker in the office. Then another, and another. Quickly he was starting to realize just what Claire meant by what had happened. The stench was probably the worst part out of all of it. It was so strong and earthy, and just foul in general. He could feel it practically clouding his thoughts. Making it harder to think clearly, thoughts blurring ever so slightly with the smell invading his nose. Coughing on it he reaches a hand up and lightly shakes his head. “Jeez.. Just got to get my thoughts straight.. What the hell is up with all of this gas?” He questions muttering it quietly to himself, and as if to punctuate his question he feels his stomach grumble, followed by another potent PPLLLRRRBBBTTT from his fat ass hold puckering slightly as he once again tries to clench it shut. At this point no one was really complaining about the smell, at least not openly. But it was certainly terrible. So foul and strong he could see everyone shifting uncomfortably in their seats. \n\n\nBut at the same time no one could really say anything about it as long as they continued to blast ass. By the end of the day he was left absolutely clouded in gas. For whatever reason the higher ups simply wouldn’t turn on the AC or open any of the windows. So they were just stuck there, stewing in the stink for the rest of the day. After some time luckily John slowly grew more used to it. It still smelled horrible. But he had found ways to minimize the stench, and he found himself growing ever so slightly accustomed to it. Though as he’s getting ready to leave he feels that familiar fullness in his abdomen. He already had to lay again. Clenching his tailhole he starts to make his way towards the bathroom.. Only to be met with a massive line of other coworkers, all of them lined up outside the bathrooms, both of them having lines that stretch out in either direction. And all of them looked as urgent as he was. “Y-you’ve got to be kidding me..” He mutters to himself, biting his lip before exhaling softly. He just had to get in there. Just had to hold it in for a tiny bit longer. Rounding the corner he makes his way to the back of the line to the men’s room. Not that it really mattered anymore. But still it felt at least somewhat right.\n\n\nThough the longer he stands in line the more he starts to squirm around. It was unbearable. The growing pressure which only swelled with each tiny movement he took. It was getting harder to hold it all in. He leans up against the wall, panting softly as he squirms. It doesn’t take long however for that feeling to fully wash over him, the growing pressure moving downwards towards his lower body. Clenching firmly for just a moment before it relaxes. The hole yawns open as he starts to push out egg after egg. Feeling them pile up behind him as his body is slowly forced downwards into a squatting position. Groaning softly as he tries to stand back up, just trying to stop himself as eggs pour from his ass. Plopping down wetly on the ground behind him. Biting his lip as a moan leaves his mouth. “G-grrff h-holy s-shiitt..” He groans out. Getting a few looks from other coworkers. The sound of him laying down set off a few of the others around him. Many of the other coworkers falling like dominos to the same feeling as all around him various others are reduced to moaning messes. Pushing out egg after egg. All of them resting up against the walls. Sliding down the wall with a huff and groan. \n\n\nA few of the others glare at him blaming him for them losing control, though John knew that no matter what they would have lost it anyways after a bit of time anyways. They were just looking for someone to blame for this nothing more. John just shakes his head. Focusing on his own laying as he huffs and puffs. Doing his best to keep himself focused as he shakily goes to stand back up, pushing out the last few eggs onto the ground below. All of the other coworkers soon came to a stop as well. The ground is absolutely covered with their eggs and the juices surrounding them. His gaze looked all around at the others. “F-fuck.. T-that’s a lot more than I thought it would be..” He mutters to himself using the time while everyone else is distracted either cleaning up or finishing up their laying. John made his way out. Gathering his things up before making his way towards the elevator.\n\n\nQuickly slipping inside he presses the button for his wife’s floor. It takes a hot amount of time, and while he’s riding down he once again can’t help but notice the potent stink that filled the elevator, somehow even worse than the smell that was from fresh stink. In fact it was bad enough to make his own stomach rumble loudly, forcing out another deep, rumbling BBRRRRLLLPPPTTTT Which just so happens to happen as the doors open up to see Claire on the other side. Staring back at him with a small chuckle. “Got you bad too?” She asks, letting out one last blast before stepping on inside. “So long day huh?” She asks, leaning back slightly as she looks up to John who blushes and looks away rubbing the back of his head. “Well hey.. At least after this we should be able to just relax.” She explains and while he couldn’t be sure the least he could do was hope that’d be the case.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "As John gets off the elevator he exhales softly, looking back to his massive insect rear. He knew what he promised to his mate. But at the same time he still had a very hard time properly getting used to it. They were stuck like this possibly forever and he knew he’d have to get used to it at one point or another. But who knows how long that would take. He just really didn’t have it in him to just forget about how he used to be. Though as he took around the office he was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one. Others seemed to be stumbling and falling all over the place. Tripping themselves up and falling all over the place. Many of them tried to sit in their cubicles only for their massive rears to simply jut out twitching and pulsing softly as they seemed rather sore. John does his best to just look away. Not wanting to stare too long. He could only imagine how other people were feeling. So he does his best to put it behind him. Exhaling softly he puts up a smile and face before starting to make his way deeper into the office. Offering a wave to some of the others, they offer their wave back. John could easily see their discomfort and weariness in their eyes. Still unsure of their changing and transforming bodies. But he doesn’t push on it at all. Crossing his arms he figures it’d be best to just and push through the same motions as usual.


Eventually making his way to the desk he takes a seat and exhales softly, slouching a good bit as he bows his head down, tapping it against the desk as he grumbles quietly to himself. “God.. What the hell are we even going to be doing today? Are we really expected just to get to work like this?” He asks this to himself as he hears the sound of someone clearing their voice behind them.


“Yeah.. Kinda seems like it to be honest.” His coworker retorts with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Whole world transforms into weird bug people and the higher ups can’t give us a day off. Pretty shitty yeah?” He questions, leaning up against the wall. His massive lower half threatens to send it crashing down as John looks back to him with a frown. “So how did your changes go? I woke up in the middle of the night. Scared the shit out of me. You know?” He questions with a sigh. “Never thought I’d see my body growing out of itself like that.” He looks down towards the ground with a small shake of his head.


“You’re taking things pretty well despite it though?” John asks looking back to him, though he could see by the look on his face he really wasn’t handling it that well. “Hmm..” He grumbles something out under his breath and eventually gives a nod, looking back up at his coworker. “Uh no, luckily me and my mate woke up already transformed.. So we didn’t really have to deal with.. That, sorry to hear about that though.” He explains looking back up to him, though he quickly takes note of the confused look on his face, tilting his head off to the side.


“Mate? You can just call her your girlfriend or wife or whatever?” His coworker remarks teasingly, pushing himself off the wall as he starts to walk off. “I don’t mind all too much either way, just kinda weird I guess. But you do you dude. Don’t let me stop you.” He mutters the end of it quietly under his breath. John looks down to the ground, frowning a bit as he furrows his brow. Not quite understanding why he was saying mate. Something about it just felt oddly right. He supposed it might be a byproduct of the changes but he really tries to push it off of his mind. He had so much else to worry about. This word thing was nothing, at least compared to everything else. Sighing he finally looks at his computer. Spending the next few moments squirming around, getting used to his body in his tight cubicle. Eventually getting comfy as he looks down towards the computer.


Finally turning it on he leans back a bit in his seat, letting it start up as he glances over his shoulder ever so slightly, hearing the sound of talking. He half listens to the conversation, hearing the two workers talk on behind him. Discussing some stuff they had heard in the news. A few things that weren’t mentioned in the earlier broadcast. But he didn’t really catch what those were as they lean in a bit closer to whisper to one another. Keeping their voice low, as to not alert any others, though he manages to get the look on their face taking note of a look of surprise that soon fades into one of worry and subdued horror. John shivers at the thought but once again does his best so no one would notice. It seemed all of them were trying to hide their true feelings of what was going on. The horror, worry, everything. Everyone was just trying to act like they were totally normal. Unphased by the massive changes that had overtaken the planet. Maybe a fear out of ruining their job, or work load.


John still felt the same. Even as he felt a strange and slight pinch in his lower abdomen. Looking back again he could see his hole starting to twitch and pulse needingly. Biting his lip at the familiar feeling he shakily got back to his feet, or rather his insectoid legs. Wobbling back and forth on them as he turns and starts to look around for a bathroom. Biting his lip softly he moves as fast as he can. Simply hoping that he’d be able to reach the bathroom in time. But he had already laid earlier. How could this already be happening again?


Slamming open the door he pushes his way into the bathroom stall. Grunting and blushing heavily, biting his lip as he waddles on inside. He’s barely even forced his way into the stall as his tailhole twitches and yawns open. His legs lock up, turning to Jelly as he’s sent tumbling forwards. Slamming his back against the wall, knocking the wind out of him as he groans heavily, leaning his head down he starts to push out a few large clutches of eggs. Groaning softly, as he can feel each egg stretch his hole nice and wide before feeling it snap back to it’s tight self. His breathing grew heavy and labored, biting his lip as his face flushed in embarrassment. “F-fuck.. W-what the hell? So many eggs.. T-this is way much more than last time..” He mutters quietly to himself, leaning his head forwards as pleasure courses through his body. Feeling small jolts pulsing through his body. The clutch of eggs growing at his feet leaking slime all over the ground. Finally with one last push he’s able to finally stop the seemingly endless flow of eggs. Allowing him to slouch down. Panting heavily as he reaches a hand up to wipe his brow. Though his relief is short spent as the door to the bathroom opens.One of the higher ups rushes into the bathroom as well walking right over him and slamming the stall door behind him.


“H-hrrff sorry kid, having a few.. Grrf.. Issues here..” He mutters softly, from the other side. “See you.. Weren’t as lucky.. Hff.. Hfff.. As me.” The man adds with a small laugh at the end, making John blush furiously, looking away a bit from the stall door as he slowly starts to pick himself up. “J-just leave those things there.. Someone else will get to those soon.” He adds as John looks back towards the door.


“So.. What are we doing with all of these anyways sir?” He questions, frowning as the thought crosses his mind. He didn’t even know what would come out of these things, but he does his best to calm his mind. Shaking his head and trying to keep his mind off it. Still waiting for a reply as he can hear the other man on the inside. Pushing out egg after egg, only punctuated by grunts and groans. He could barely get anything else aside from that. Eventually the noises come to the stop, leaving him panting and groaning as well. It takes a few more moments as John starts to leave.


“A-ahem.. Wait.” The higher up states, shaking his head, pushing open the door and stepping out. His clothes, and hair were a total mess. Quickly put together, and overall pretty rushed. “Apologies for well.. All of this.” He remarks, gesturing down to his body. “Woke up to this and well.. Spent a good while trying to understand it. By the time I got myself together I had to just throw something together and leave.. Anyways, you asked what we’re going to do with all these eggs?” He questions John looking back with a small, sheepish nod. The man sighs and shakes his head. “To be honest, we’re just.. Collecting them right now. It’s too early to really give one final answer on what we should do. Obviously we don’t know what’s in these things, or what they’re for with our new body. So right now nothing.” He replies with a shrug. John nods along softly thinking about that himself a bit more. It certainly was a strange revelation. For now though he chooses not to think about it too much. Pushing the door open he starts to make his way back towards his desk. Eating himself down as he looks back up towards the computer screen.


Unsurprisingly he could see very little emails or paper work requests coming in. “Hmm.. Today is going to be a slow one huh?” He asks himself, shaking his head with a small smile. “Well, at least it should be a pretty calm day.” He muttered quietly to himself, yawning once more, the adrenaline was quickly dying down, and with the straining act of laying two massive clutches of eggs in one day he was quickly starting to feel exhausted. He felt he was barely staying up at all. Crossing his arms and tilting his head back he stares up at the ceiling. Things finally started to settle down. He found himself really able to think about everything that had been happening today. All the changes, all the strangeness, everything. Everyone seemed pretty terrified of what was happening, he noticed a few coworkers seemed to be enjoying themselves at least somewhat. It appeared they were pretty much toying with their forms. Exploring their bodies, just about everything. He swore he could see some of them even starting to get a bit more.. Frisky with their new bodies. Exploring their forms as they reach further down under their desks.


John quickly looks away at that sight, turning his gaze back towards the ceiling. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe these changes were affecting people in different ways. It was worried, who knows how far this would go, or if these changes were the end.What if they turned into full on bugs, or what if something else happened, like this was all some huge experiments for some aliens. Which he knew was silly, or at least he thought so… Honestly the more he thought about it the more he wondered just what could be real. Shaking his head he does his best to get his mind off it. Thinking on something like this would only ruin his work further. As if to draw his attention off it he hears a ping from his computer. Looking down towards the screen he noticed his workload was finally starting to come in. Knowing that it likely meant all of the bosses managed to get their laying done.


As he’s sitting there working he can feel a slight rumbling in his lower gut. It was hard to focus as he squirms and shifts in his seat, feeling oddly bloated, filled and heavy as he reaches down to rub at his belly. He manages to get a good bit of work done. But when it got too bad he eventually picks himself up, and starts to make his way towards the breakroom. He wasn’t sure why but he felt that maybe getting something to eat could help, if only a little bit. Rubbing at his stomach John hurries down the hall. Turning on his heels and into the room. Popping open the fridge he digs through a few things. Finding a small bag to the back which he grabs and starts to make his way back towards his desk. Figuring he could probably get a bite to eat while eating. So taking his seat back as his seat he looks back, wiggling his rump, the uncomfortable feeling uncomfortable still as he eventually manages to seat himself down, a small smile on his face as he gives a nod. Looking back towards his screen he sets the bag on the table, cracking his knuckles he quickly starts to get back to work.


As he’s typing up the next of many emails he reaches over, grabbing the sandwich that was buried in the bag. Licking his lips he takes a nice big bite out of it. It wasn’t anything too bad, just kind of a basic sandwich, nothing all too special. But it was food, decent food at that. He didn’t think too much about it, and just kept eating, but there was a strange rumbling in his gut as he swallowed it down. One he thought would go away after he got some food in him. But it didn’t seem to go away. Maybe he just needed to eat some more. Shrugging it off either way he knew he still had a lot of work to do. So he kept eating, feeling the food piling up in his gut, forcing a small groan from him as he shifted once more in his seat, eventually getting comfortable enough for him to be able to lean off to the side. Trying to relieve some of the pressure as he closes one eye and grunts. Clenching a bit to try and keep it quiet as he lets rip a small. But slightly loud PPLLRBBT.


John curses under his breath and clenches once more. Quickly taking a look around to try and see if anyone might have heard it. Though no one seems to react at least at first. After a few moments he could hear a few murmurs around the office. Mentioning something about a weird smell. John blushes and shrinks down a bit, wondering if it could actually smell that bad. As the smell hits him however he coughs and raises a hand to his mouth covering it as he did his best to try and fight through it. But he couldn’t ignore just how strong it was. The stench was almost unbearable. He could barely stand it, though it did ruin his appetite as he reached over and put the sandwich back into the bag and slowly slid it off to the side. Shaking his head as the rumbling in his gut grows even stronger. Quickly realizing now that the growing rumbling was a fast and powerful build up of gas. With every little movement he takes he can feel it only growing stronger. He was quickly realizing he couldn’t really move without letting out more of it.


Quickly finding himself stuck, John looks down to his phone. Leaning forwards and letting out a small ffrrpptt  He picks it up and goes to his messages to check up on Claire. “Hey how’s work going on your end?” He asks, shifting in his seat again to release a bit more gas. But no matter how much he tried to put out it never seemed to grow smaller. “F-fucking hell.” He mutters quietly to himself while waiting for a reply.


Eventually after a few moments his phone vibrates again, looking down towards the reply. “Hey there, uh things are going.. I ended up having to lay a good bit of eggs.. Didn’t realize what was happening until it was in the middle of the office.” She replies with shame radiating heavily through the text as John can’t help but smile a bit, rubbing the back of his head with a small chuckle. It made him feel a bit better to know he wasn’t alone. Even if he had already seen a few others lying already. Though that did make him think about the other issue he was having.


“Yeah I know that feeling. That being said.. Do you have any other issues? I’ve been having a bit of problems myself..” He replies feeling a sharp pain shoot through his gut once more. Forcing out another heavy FRRRRRPPPPPTTT This one much, much louder. Though as he waits for everyone else in the office to turn to face him, instead the air is filled with another foul sound BBLLLRRRPPPPTTT Not from him though, from another someone. Looking over he sees a fellow coworker, leaning over their table as he ripped another burst of gas. But before he could think much on it or even say anything his phone went off once more.


“Eugh yeah I think I know what it is.. The entire room stinks down here.. Not just from me luckily but still.” It seemed the gas thinking was a wide issue as well. Made him wonder why it wasn’t too bad on his end yet. But at the same time he felt like he shouldn’t try to think about it too much. Huffing and breathing through his mouth he turns his attention back towards his computer. If he could just focus for a bit longer. He’d be able to get through the day with no more issues. However as he’s thinking that another loud blast of gas echoes throughout the room, practically making him jump. It even takes a few moments to realize it wasn’t coming from him, but another worker in the office. Then another, and another. Quickly he was starting to realize just what Claire meant by what had happened. The stench was probably the worst part out of all of it. It was so strong and earthy, and just foul in general. He could feel it practically clouding his thoughts. Making it harder to think clearly, thoughts blurring ever so slightly with the smell invading his nose. Coughing on it he reaches a hand up and lightly shakes his head. “Jeez.. Just got to get my thoughts straight.. What the hell is up with all of this gas?” He questions muttering it quietly to himself, and as if to punctuate his question he feels his stomach grumble, followed by another potent PPLLLRRRBBBTTT from his fat ass hold puckering slightly as he once again tries to clench it shut. At this point no one was really complaining about the smell, at least not openly. But it was certainly terrible. So foul and strong he could see everyone shifting uncomfortably in their seats.


But at the same time no one could really say anything about it as long as they continued to blast ass. By the end of the day he was left absolutely clouded in gas. For whatever reason the higher ups simply wouldn’t turn on the AC or open any of the windows. So they were just stuck there, stewing in the stink for the rest of the day. After some time luckily John slowly grew more used to it. It still smelled horrible. But he had found ways to minimize the stench, and he found himself growing ever so slightly accustomed to it. Though as he’s getting ready to leave he feels that familiar fullness in his abdomen. He already had to lay again. Clenching his tailhole he starts to make his way towards the bathroom.. Only to be met with a massive line of other coworkers, all of them lined up outside the bathrooms, both of them having lines that stretch out in either direction. And all of them looked as urgent as he was. “Y-you’ve got to be kidding me..” He mutters to himself, biting his lip before exhaling softly. He just had to get in there. Just had to hold it in for a tiny bit longer. Rounding the corner he makes his way to the back of the line to the men’s room. Not that it really mattered anymore. But still it felt at least somewhat right.


Though the longer he stands in line the more he starts to squirm around. It was unbearable. The growing pressure which only swelled with each tiny movement he took. It was getting harder to hold it all in. He leans up against the wall, panting softly as he squirms. It doesn’t take long however for that feeling to fully wash over him, the growing pressure moving downwards towards his lower body. Clenching firmly for just a moment before it relaxes. The hole yawns open as he starts to push out egg after egg. Feeling them pile up behind him as his body is slowly forced downwards into a squatting position. Groaning softly as he tries to stand back up, just trying to stop himself as eggs pour from his ass. Plopping down wetly on the ground behind him. Biting his lip as a moan leaves his mouth. “G-grrff h-holy s-shiitt..” He groans out. Getting a few looks from other coworkers. The sound of him laying down set off a few of the others around him. Many of the other coworkers falling like dominos to the same feeling as all around him various others are reduced to moaning messes. Pushing out egg after egg. All of them resting up against the walls. Sliding down the wall with a huff and groan.


A few of the others glare at him blaming him for them losing control, though John knew that no matter what they would have lost it anyways after a bit of time anyways. They were just looking for someone to blame for this nothing more. John just shakes his head. Focusing on his own laying as he huffs and puffs. Doing his best to keep himself focused as he shakily goes to stand back up, pushing out the last few eggs onto the ground below. All of the other coworkers soon came to a stop as well. The ground is absolutely covered with their eggs and the juices surrounding them. His gaze looked all around at the others. “F-fuck.. T-that’s a lot more than I thought it would be..” He mutters to himself using the time while everyone else is distracted either cleaning up or finishing up their laying. John made his way out. Gathering his things up before making his way towards the elevator.


Quickly slipping inside he presses the button for his wife’s floor. It takes a hot amount of time, and while he’s riding down he once again can’t help but notice the potent stink that filled the elevator, somehow even worse than the smell that was from fresh stink. In fact it was bad enough to make his own stomach rumble loudly, forcing out another deep, rumbling BBRRRRLLLPPPTTTT Which just so happens to happen as the doors open up to see Claire on the other side. Staring back at him with a small chuckle. “Got you bad too?” She asks, letting out one last blast before stepping on inside. “So long day huh?” She asks, leaning back slightly as she looks up to John who blushes and looks away rubbing the back of his head. “Well hey.. At least after this we should be able to just relax.” She explains and while he couldn’t be sure the least he could do was hope that’d be the case.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "A Buggy Day Too", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "53" }